It’s like hitting a reset button on your life. You can literally reinvent yourself, because no one around you has any expectations of you.
In order to live a happy life, it is important to find meaning in every single day.
The bus wasn’t crowded, and I had time to think as I watched the snowy New England landscape pass by and the sky turn dark. (Hartford at dusk was beautiful.) Instead of feeling tired, I felt exhilarated.
‘End Of Life Visions And Meditations’ As our colleague Doyle Armbrust is writing over at New York Public Radio’s and WQXR Q2 Music, it’s just too bad that when your time comes to leave this Earth, you don’t get to…
Led by the American Library Association, the U.S. library system is in furious transition. At the association’s Midwinter Meeting in Boston, BiblioBoard’s pivot reflected libraries’ new roles as enabling hubs of community culture.
At this point in time, we have been “officially” dating for nearly a year. We are at the point in our relationship where we are ready to move in together. We’ve been ready for a while, although I absolutely refused to move in with him until we surpassed our one-year point. There’s no real reason behind this logic, just that I have always told myself (or society told me) that you should wait at least one year until you move in together.
On frosty winter nights, you convened with friends to strap on ice skates at the Frog Pond, where you’d body-check small children who had come down from the North Shore for some innocent family fun.
The transition into adulthood isn’t formulaic, but I’ve tried my damnedest to prescribe the right steps to get me there, and maybe imparting them to you may save some poor soul who, like me, still hasn’t gotten her sh*t together.
Manual labor wasn’t my forte, but at least I was enthusiastic.
You can thank the trope that women don’t enjoy sex or care about it on ideas created and spread by those of the Enlightenment Age, not the religious and sexually satisfied Puritans